A Message lies at the end for him. I guessI should've beena little morecareful withmy words.Because now,I don't knowif I can fixus again.I don't evenknow ifI should.Maybe youdon'teven give afuck anymore.Maybe youalready havea new girlwho is somuch prettierand smarterand nicerand sexier.Remember?Remember when yousaid thatyou couldneverstay mad atme for too long.I hope it'sstill right.BecauseI don't have thewords to makeyou feel better.Maybe I shouldn't try.Maybe I shouldn't havetaken those chances.Maybe it's too late.Maybe I should justgo ahead andrid myself ofthe world.Because I have nothingelse to live for.Nothign else to do.Nothing else to give.Nothing else to say.You should bemore carefulwith your words.They hurtjust as muchas sticksand stones. I know, I should've been more careful. With my words, and my actions. Now I'll probably never be able to fix them. I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to keep you...safe. Fr
Whitches And Monsters I know what Love is.Love is when the Whitches in your mind,and the Monsters in your bodyteam up,To stir the big pot of Voodoo Magic in your heart,To create a new Voodoo Spell called love.The Spell will blind you hopelessly,make everything seem so serene,and then it wears off and you feel the pain.Oh, the pain.Never,ever,let those Whitches meet your Monsters.It's a terrible mistake... Such a terrible mistake..